"Strikeout" lyrics - ATTILA

Go!
Clear that shit, don't stop until the green is gone and your thumb gets hot
You gotta breathe in deep, recollect your thoughts because it's time to take this shot

Raise your drinks, raise your lighters, it's about to go down
We can sleep in the morning, wake up and burn down
This is probably the best night I've ever had
We can do strikeouts all through the night
But we're not quite over yet, come over here
Chug-chug-chug, finish that beer!

Oh, shit